A Crazy Love - S02 E04

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A Crazy Love - S02 E04

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 4

Both of them quickly got up, and started
climbing down the stairs. But Kizy abruptly
stopped in her tracks, shocked after looking
down at the person sitting on the dining table.

“Mom!” She said in a low voice, tears forming in
her eyes.

She immediately ran all the way till the first
floor before enveloping Kate in a warm tight
hug.

“Someone has truly forgotten their mom?” Kate
said in a complaining yet doting voice.

“I missed you.” Was the only reply Kizy gave in a
low voice, a tear rolling down her cheek.

It wasn’t that she forgot her mother or didn’t
remember her, but more like she was always
worried about her safety. She had already learnt
from her mistake when Kate was met with that
deadly accident. Kizy didn’t want to put her life
in danger once again.

Her mother being far away from her was sad,
but good for her own safety. Plus with Markus’s
men keeping a watch over her, she could remain
assured that her mom wasn’t in any danger..

But after suddenly watching her in Evans
mansion, she could no longer control her
emotions and thus started crying. Because after
all her mom had been her only family. Kizy and
Kate didn’t just share a normal mother daughter
relation but they were more like best friends.

The only thing Kizy had hidden from her mom
was about her profession and team in C city,
but that too was for her own safety.

Thus the closest person Kizy had in her life was
her mom. Kizy always had this one thought in
mind – ‘whatever I am today, it is because of my
mom.’

“Look at you, being such a crybaby! What will
your in-laws think?” Kate said with a smile,
though anyone could see her moistened eyes.

“They will think that I am a very filial daughter,
who tears up just by watching her mom.” Kizy
said jokingly, while wiping away her tears.

“Come on let’s have our dinner first or the food
will cool down.” Grandma said, a little emotional
after watching the mother daughter pair reunite.

“Yes.” Kate said before letting Kizy go.

The five members sat down for dinner at the
rectangular dining table. Grandpa sat at the
centre while grandma on his right and Markus
on his left. Kizy sat next to Markus, while Kate
took the centre seat on the opposite side.

“Thank you.” Kizy said in a low voice, only
audible to Markus, but her voice was full of
sincerity.

“Don’t act like an elegant and formal lady.

Grandparents and mom might mistake it as
your true behaviour.” Markus said as he didn’t
want to hear such things from Kizy.

He just wasn’t used to Kizy genuinely thanking
him, with an emotional voice.

Kizy’s mood changed from that of emotion to
frustration. She secretly pinched Markus on his
thigh, wishing to take revenge but…

“Ouch!!” Markus shouted loudly, garnering the
attention of everyone present at the dining
table.

“What happened?” Kate asked worriedly.

Markus simply looked at Kizy with a weird face
and tried to discreetly shake his head, indicating
Kizy to not do it.

But all the others immediately understood what
was happening, giving each other meaningful
looks while chuckling.

Kizy immediately turned a deep shade of red,
embarrassed after knowing what others were
thinking.

Thus she was quiet for the rest of the dinner,
resulting in dinner ending faster than it usually
would.

After dinner, grandma asked Kizy to stay with
them while Markus was asked to pack their
luggage with the help of maids.

Markus just puffed his cheeks up before
walking away, angry at the treatment his
grandparents were giving him.

Meanwhile Kizy had a good talk with Kate,
inquiring about her everyday schedule at NGO,
and what all activities she had done till now.

They were still talking when Kizy received a call
from Markus. She picked it up on the third ring.

“Hello.” Kizy said.

“Hello Kizy, I had a doubt.” Markus said.

“What happened?” Kizy replied.

“Should I pack your blacky lacy lingeries or the
pink laced ones?” Markus asked in a flirty tone.

But that one statement immediately turned Kizy
beet red.

“Isn’t maid packing?” Kizy asked after clearing
her throat.

“No. I am such a caring husband. Why would I
ask the maids to pack for my wifey? Now tell
me, do you want the black one or the pink one?”
Markus said in his seductive voice.

Even Kizy who was miles away, could feel chills
down her entire body, caused by his magnetic
voice.

“Markus!!” She shouted through the phone.

“Wifey why are you shouting? Actually I was
thinking of packing the black one, as it suits
your bold and cold personality. But then I
remembered how shy and flustered you become
while being intimate, and it kinda looks cute. So
I was thinking pink would suit. But now I am
confused between both of them.” Markus said,
still in his seductive voice.

In reality it was her maid who had packed her
bags. Coincidentally Markus had seen her pack
her lingeries. He was already frustrated at his
grandparents for making him pack luggage for
both of them, thus he decided to avenge it by
taking it out on Kizy this way.

Kizy was silent for a moment, not knowing how
she was supposed to reply. She thought for ten
second and said.

“Pack both.” Kizy spoke and immediately hung
up on Markus, not giving him the time to
continue further.

On the other side, Markus had a hearty laugh
before taking both of their luggage and leaving
his house.

The family of five boarded the plane for Country
A at 9.10 pm.

10.30 PM, SOME UNKNOWN ISLAND

A man was seen standing on his balcony,
watching the full moon in the dark night,

enjoying the cool breeze.

Moonlight accentuated his perfectly sculptured
facial features. His face, the one that seemed as
if God had poured extra efforts to create. That
sharp nose bridge, his thin red lips, those black
eyes which had the power to suck the entire
universe in them.

The wind plays with his silky hair locks, making
them a little disheveled and covering his
forehead, but adding a wildness to his
appearance.

He looked like a surreal painting, shining like
another moon in this dark world, standing alone,
ready to conquer everything.

His one hand was casually placed on the railing,
supporting his posture, while the other hand
was holding a glass of wine.

He was occasionally swirling the glass, taking
in its aroma in the cold night, deep in his own
thoughts and own world when a man knocked
on his bedroom door.

The sound brought him back to reality. He took
another sip, licking his lips in the process, a
gesture that would make any woman go crazy
for him.

“Come in.” He said in his deep voice.

A man came inside and knelt, without making
any form of eye contact with the man standing
on the balcony.

“We have brought him.” The man said in a very
low voice, as if afraid that any louder volume
would get him killed.

“Good.” The man said, a devilish smile
appearing on his face.

He took another leisurely sip of his wine.

“Bring him to the hall with care.” He said.

“Yes professor.” The man kneeling on the
ground replied before getting up, doing a
complete ninety degree bow before leaving the
room.

“Let’s see how long you plan to hide.” The man
said to himself, a smirk visible on his face,
making his face look attractive but dangerous
at the same time, something you know you
should stay away from, but can’t help getting
closer to.

Outside his room were few dimly lit corridors,
ending into a gigantic hall, lightened up by
candles, filled with shades of red and golden
giving it a royal but cold vibe.

A man was brought inside by two men standing
along his both sides, helping him to walk, as he
was limping a little.

He was made to sit on a red golden chair placed
in the middle of the hall, facing a huge golden
king like throne kept on one side of the hall.

The man who was made to sit on the chair was
none other than Aaron, who had been injured on
his knee by Jason’s dagger.

All other men then quickly left the hall, leaving
Aaron alone to sit in the middle.

Aaron, though pretending to act calm from the
past two days, was truly getting scared from the
moment they had entered this eerily cold place.

“Welcome Aaron. Hope the past two days of
journey weren’t too tiresome and you were
comfortable.” Nobody knew when the professor
had entered the hall, directly going to his throne
and sitting on it.

Aaron just looked at this godly handsome face,
which screamed ‘death’ from every inch.

“Are you uncomfortable with me? Don’t worry, I
am very friendly.” The professor said, not
minding the way Aaron was observing him,
taking in all his details.

“Who are you?” Aaron finally said, after not
being able to recollect any information on this
outstanding god of hell standing before him.

Though the professor was only smiling at him,

Aaron could only feel as if he was playing with
him, about to kill him slowly, while enjoying his
own time.

“You will know that soon. But before that, I want
to know more about Hazel. Oh sorry, Kizy I
mean.” The professor said in his deep voice, but
his statement only made Aaron more alerted.

“What do you want?” Aaron said, highly alert by
now.

“Just wanted to ask how she is? Whether she is
happy or not.” The professor said casually.

Aaron remained silent.

Suddenly the professor flicked his right hand
and…

“Aaaarrgghh!!” Aaron shouted like an animal.

Three golden daggers had pierced his same
knee which was previously injured by Jason
and was currently healing. Just the difference
was it was ten times worse than what Jason
had done.

“I forgot to tell you that I hate people who lay
their hands on Hazel.” The professor said in a
deadly cold voice.